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>From fln2jes@cabell.vcu.edu Tue May 11 12:48:36 1993
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Subject: complete boxed set, to be distributed freely and openly.
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************************ENTREPRENEUR*************vol. 1*****************
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the only e-mag worth the time
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/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
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The Blueball Entrepreneur, Issue 1
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You are in your dorm room late at night, about ready to call
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it a day. You strip down to your bare nakedness, and curl up to
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go to sleep. Suddenly, you hear three sharp knocks at your door.
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Wondering who the hell it is, you jump out of bed and slip into
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your favorite pair of dickenballs. You slowly open the door to
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greet your visitor. It is Patricia Ridley, that infamous hoss
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that you so lusted after back in your Bruton days.
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"Oh, " Patricia exclaims, "I'm so sorry for how I was so
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cruel to you all that time. I only know of one way that I can
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repay you. Lay down." You obey her every command as you notice
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that she is only wearing a trenchcoat. She climbs onto the bed
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where you lay and stands above you, her feet pressed tightly
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against your hips. As you are about to speak, Patricia takes
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your breath away by slowly peeling off the trenchcoat. The only
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thing covering her bare nakedness is a pair of white panties.
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Her breasts glisten with the moisture in the air, perfect shining
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orbs. She gazes longingly down at your eyes as she begins gently
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tracing up and down her hips with her fingers. Slowly, Patricia
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runs her fingers over the subtle curvature of her stomach, and
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finally up to her ripe flesh melons. She begins kneading them,
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letting her head fall gradually back with moans of pleasure.
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Patricia falls to her knees as she traces around her nipples with
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each index finger, bringing her head forward again to look at
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you. Patricia rests her ample buttocks on your pelvis, and you
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feel your fully erect manhood pressing against her soft flesh.
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She lifts her left breast, leaning forward to reward your waiting
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tongue. The erect pink nipple comes closer and closer to your
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mouth, for what seems to be an eternity. You can feel the heat
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of Patricia's breast on your tongue, when suddenly, she
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disappears! M.C. Fredbiscuits of the Vatican is in Patricia's place,
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screaming, "CREAM AND SATAN! CREAM AND SATAN!" as M.C.
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Francois plays a demented keyboard riff in the background, both
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of them cackling like madmen. You scream in blueball agony as
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you await the end of this nightmare....
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ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
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blue ball entrepreneur #2.....
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So anyway, it's been a good evening. You went to dinner with Ruth and
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her parents and they really seem to like you. In fact they gave you
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permission to go out driving in their nice long Cadillac after supper.
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As you slide into the driver's seat, you notice that Ruth has taken off her
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panty hose and that her skirt is riding up her snow white thighs. You
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can hardly contain the bulge in your boner pants as she smiles at you
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knowingly. She slides the middle armrest up and cuddles next to you,
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laying her hand gently on you leg and caressing it softly, her wrist
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lightly touching your member with every gentle stroke. You glance briefly
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in her direction only to find her caressing the moist hole between her
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legs as her rubbing on your leg becomes more centralized. You can't take
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anymore and pull off the road at one of those little lookout places. The
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scene is very romantic. There is a beautiful river and a storm rolling in.
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The first burst of lightning explodes as you slide Ruth's dress from her
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shoulders and proceed to nurse on her ample boosom. She moans in ecstacy
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and pulls your hand down to her sweet, warm honey hole. Your pleasure
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cannot be contained as she gropes for your pulsating manhood and slowly
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starts massaging, and gently pullong on it. She just starts pushing your
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head down south when out of nowhere a screaming maniac is on top of the car.
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You brace yourself for the worse as the parkway killer aims his assault rifle
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at your face. All you can do is go limp as Ruthy's life drains with every
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bullet.
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and some of our satisfied coustomers...
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Cute.. Real cute. I'll pass the story on to other worthy individuals.
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You guys are almost as sick as me.
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Dave
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)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
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well, ahhhhhh. hmmmm.
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that was odd. i can't wait for the next one.
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jesus, i thought i was wierd. well, i am, but whatever.
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keep them rolling, i like it.
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Wonko the Sane/SFTe
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h115@psuvm.psu.edu
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(*)(*)(*)(*)*()(*)(*)(*)()*)()**)((()***)(()()*)*)*)()*)()*)()*)()*)()*)()
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the glorious blueball entrepreneur
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#3!!!
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Well, its your sophomore year in college, and as your life begins to
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fall into place, you think about the past. You think about your Bruton
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days, and all the women you wanted to sport. Only one was the queen, and
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that was Heidi Bechberger. You have heard rumors that her William and
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Mary days are over, and that she had to drop out and seek a job to
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make ends meet. You didn't believe it, but you soon found out that she
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was a different person... Officer Bechberger!!!
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You are stumbling along the street one night as you just begin to
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sober up after a little Crazy Hoss at a party. A voice from behind you
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calls out, "Hey, there, mister!" You whirl around to face the blue
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uniform, and you begin to think that its all over. Your vision clears,
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and you see that it is none other than Officer Bechberger!
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"Oh, Heidi, hi... its been so long..." you say.
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"Don't try that shit with me, " she commands, "I'm here to do my job,
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and right now that job is busting you for underage drinking!"
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Heidi holds a firm grip on your right arm as she escorts you back to
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your apartment. Due to their wild partying, your roommates are not home
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yet.
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Once you get inside, Heidi orders, "Sit the fuck down, so I can take a
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muthafuckin report on your stupid ass!" You obey as you admire her
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shapely policewoman body. She leans over to give you a breathalyzer, and
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you are feelin' drunk and horny, so you pull her down on top of you and
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begin kissing her. She tries to fight at first, but you know that she
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wants it as you unbutton her shirt. She has given in, and is straddling
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you as you are slouched back in your chair. She slips off her shirt to
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reveal her black lace bra, and her grapefruit size breasts. She lifts
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them to your mouth as you bite the fastener on her bra. The bra finally
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comes loose as the bountiful breasts spill forth, drowning your face in
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soft, moist skin. Her famed nipples are more than enough to please you,
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as you trace your tongue around the two-inch diameter, finally succumbing
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and sucking the perky red tip.
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As you indulge in a taste of mammary heaven, your hands grope thir
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way around to Heidi's already loose pants. You unfasten them and pull
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them down, your hands meeting wet, black lace. Your hands trace the
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outline of her muscular buttocks, as you remove the panties as well,
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Heidi's beautiful ass dripping in sweat. She rolls over onto her back,
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her breasts tremoring with each heave of her panting chest. You whip out
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the full erectness of your cock and slide it down her body, closer and
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closer to its home.
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"Dave, what the hell are you doing?" yells your father, Lar as he
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gets up from where he laid. "I come to visit my son and get almost Goddam
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raped by him! I'm the fuck outta here!" You realize the disastrous
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mistake you made in your drunken stupor as you hang your head in shame....
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That has got to be one of the most disgusting, outlandish, horrifying,
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repulsive, horrible storis I have read in my entire life!
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Keep up the good work
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PEACE LOVE AND HUMPTINESS
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The Flanman is outta here....
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*********************************************************************
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* Michael W. Flanagan Internet: flana_mw@jhunix.hcf.jhu.edu *
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* a.k.a. The Flanman Johns Hopkins University, Balto, MD *
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* *
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* Beware...."Your home is my home....Welcome to the Terrordome" *
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* Watch for HoUsE PaRtY with Mike coming to an area near you soon *
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*********************************************************************
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i live about 20 minutes away from Blue Ball PA. never knew that
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till i started getting your stuff and the name stuck in my head. cool.
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-wonko
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<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
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The Blueball Entrepreneur #4, Pulling
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This was a big day for you, for this was one of the few days you took
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off from school for a full day of pud pulling pleasure. You awoke to the
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sound of Ler's car pulling out of the driveway and the thoughts of upcoming
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self-satisfaction filled you with glee as you arose fully panhandled from the
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night's dreaming. You went to your closet to rumage for your favorite scud
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magazine, Playboy. You were looking in particular for the issue featuring
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Pamela Anderson. There was a brief gleem of lust as you found the issue so
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desperately craved. You could hardly make it to the other side of the room,
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such was your desire to whip you flesh covered mayonnaise pistol. You crept
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across the floor, and down your private flight of stairs to the bathroom,
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where the Vaseline, your lube of choice was kept. You smiled to yourself in
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anticipation and headed for the living room. Erotic fantasies were churning
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in your mind. Hopes of Heidi and Ruthy and the menage a trois only they
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could promise, dreams of the Hoss and her fantastic breasts all were mulling
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over in your head. You streched out on your huge couch and searched for your
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six hour video tape loaded with late-night Cinemax scud movie clips (you were
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bound and determined to make this a day of fantastic pleasure!). Finally the
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mood was right, a few choice scenes from Emmanuel IV were dancing on the
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screen, the Playboy was open to the Pamela pictorial, and your hot hog was
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glistening in fully Vaselined glory. You began to stroke delicately your
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member, savoring every moment, making the feeling last. Your mind began
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roaming to days past. You day-dreamed about Mattia and the pleasure only her
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bucking hips could bring. That thought alone almost brought you to orgasm,
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but you held out. You loved these marathon sessions. They were the closest
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thing to actually kicking rounds, you believed. After hours of punching
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pleasure, you decided to fulfil you greatest desire. You braced yourself for
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the effort. You began roughly stroking yourself, gripping tighter and
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tighter, pulling your rock hard steely for all it was worth. You closed your
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eyes and curled your toes as you felt yourself on the brink of shooting your
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hot load all over your stomach. It was just about to happen when the old
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Stanley automatic garage door opener kicked in. You lept up, cock purple
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with blueball agony as Ler stepped through the threshold, looking at your
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naked body dart by. He smiled knowingly, picked up dear Pamela and headed
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for his room.
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I would hereby like to unsubscribe this mailing list.
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Rune
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(runefr@ifi.uio.no)
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PGP 2.x Public Key available on request.
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well i guess we just weren't good enough for some people. i guess
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masturbation is still a taboo subject for some. oh well, submit, submit,
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submit. this publication is useless without contributors (it's useless
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anyway, but don't tell). oh well, see you in a week with glorious #5.
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remember information is free. distribute near and far. long live
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blooball, and all it stands for...................................
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